“I want to take you somewhere. Do you feel like it?” Danny asks me
“Of course. Where?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“I love surprises if they’re beautiful,” I reply leaning on his shoulder.
He drives for a good hour until he stops at Kids Furniture in Calabasas. I’ve always wanted to come here. I’m not sure if they have what I need, though.
“Danny, what exactly are we doing here?” I ask, worried.
“Let’s look for the little angel’s room.”
“Mmm, I don’t think we’re in the right place.”
“Trust me. The owner is my uncle, and he told me he’ll make an exception.”
As soon as we enter the shop, I can smell wood.
We meet Devon, who is friendly and full of ideas.
We decide to transform the nursery into a bedroom while the baby grows.
I choose an ivory white color—no pink because I don’t like it very much. Devon promises us a delivery in two months, which is just fine because I’d like to redecorate it.
I’m starting to feel tired and hungry. We stop in Santa Monica at a delightful pub, the Venice Ale House.
I’ve heard a lot about this place. The food is divine, and I really want a burger, which looks delicious in the pictures.
Danny gets the tacos, and I get a house beef burger. After a short wait, our orders arrive, and they look delicious.
The taste is heavenly. We’ll certainly come back.
We go home, and I can finally rest.
It has been four days since Jeremy left, and he hasn’t called or texted. Ingrid hadn’t even heard from him.
Calling the office in Singapore, I find that they didn’t need him there in person. Instead, they sorted everything out by email.
I’m not looking for him, and I’ll undoubtedly pretend not to know.
Danny is on a rampage.
Jeremy comes home Monday night, and I don’t talk to him, just watch him. He’s relaxed, tanned, still smelling of sun oil.
“Hi, love, how are you?”
What a fake you are.
“Good, thanks. Tired. I can’t wait to go to bed.”
“Oh, I thought we’d have dinner together and maybe watch a movie.”
“I’m sorry I’m too tired. I can try, but if I fall asleep, don’t get angry.”
“Absolutely not. What shall we order for dinner? A pizza?”
“That would be perfect.”
